Post by thepoorman on Nov 7, 2004 15:45:28 GMT -5
I met a man who had been counting grains of sand on the beach near my cottage. He told me it was because if he ever got exactly half way through them all, he would find God. I told him he'd have better luck with a woman.
That night I saw the man vanish when lightning struck him. Where he stood there was now a plate of glass inscribed with a language I can't translate.
I've taken to counting the grains of sand on the beach.
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In April of last year I was sitting in a cafe with my friends. They were drinking coffee, I was drinking water. We were discussing the positive literary aspects of Adams and Gaiman when a man walked in.
He was tall, bald, and his skin was so white so as to be alabaster. His clothes were fashionable but looked vaguely archaic. He ordered a tea and left.
When I sipped my water I found that it was stagnant.
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A friend of mine once told me that there is an address that you can mail letters to. If you put a question on the letter you will receive the correct answer.
She said she had mailed a question to this place and I laughed. We got drunk and had sex.
The next day she shot herself. At her feet was an open letter, with a single word typed, on a typewriter, on a small notecard. It said "tomorrow."
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I once met a woman who didn't keep mirrors in her house and she avoided reflective surfaces. I asked her why.
She said that mirrors are not reflections, they are windows, and those on the other side sometimes try to get through.
That night my reflection winked at me.
That night I saw the man vanish when lightning struck him. Where he stood there was now a plate of glass inscribed with a language I can't translate.
I've taken to counting the grains of sand on the beach.
**********
In April of last year I was sitting in a cafe with my friends. They were drinking coffee, I was drinking water. We were discussing the positive literary aspects of Adams and Gaiman when a man walked in.
He was tall, bald, and his skin was so white so as to be alabaster. His clothes were fashionable but looked vaguely archaic. He ordered a tea and left.
When I sipped my water I found that it was stagnant.
**********
A friend of mine once told me that there is an address that you can mail letters to. If you put a question on the letter you will receive the correct answer.
She said she had mailed a question to this place and I laughed. We got drunk and had sex.
The next day she shot herself. At her feet was an open letter, with a single word typed, on a typewriter, on a small notecard. It said "tomorrow."
**********
I once met a woman who didn't keep mirrors in her house and she avoided reflective surfaces. I asked her why.
She said that mirrors are not reflections, they are windows, and those on the other side sometimes try to get through.
That night my reflection winked at me.
